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Iridescent pools glimmered about in the dusk light. Briefly, somewhere in the distance, a robin tweeted out a sweet, simple sonnet before flying off to settle down for the night. A crisp air had settled down over the land only a few degrees below freezing. Yet, none of this bothered Stormheart in the least bit. A gentle wind ruffled his pelt and tickled his skin. The cold made him shiver slightly as she stopped moving to scent the air. His whiskers twitched and he glanced from left to right. His eyes narrowed as he spotted the vole sitting only a few short yards away, gnawing on a seed that it foraged from underneath the thick decaying blanket of leaves. Slowly, with certain perfection he crept up on it. Suddenly, a nearby jay let out a shriek of alarm and fluttered up into the higher levels of the winter-thinned canopy. The vole darted towards a nearby hole and Stormheart scoffed below his breath,”Great. Now what am I going to bring back to the clan?” His sarcasm was with thick with annoyance and he glared at the small opening in the ground that the vole had found safety in.

Calmly, he gazed around the forest, praying to Star clan that they would send him more prey. Swiveling his ears around he listened with full concentration. Nearby something scuttled about in the leaves. Turning without making a noise, he spotted the light grey mouse sitting near a patch of grass that had turned brown from the frost. ”Thank you.” He mouthed glancing up towards the darkening skies. I won’t mess up this time. Silently, he paced forwards. Crouching, lower and keeping his tail from dragging on the ground and giving him away. It’s so close I can taste it now… Stormheart held his breath and leapt. Landing directly on top of his prey this time. ”Thank you!” he exclaimed a little to loud. A few yards away another jay called out an alarm and flew off noisily into the trees. I might’ve just ruined somebody else’s chances of getting prey, but at least I caught mine. He thought finishing it off quickly. Covering his kill with dry leaves he leapt upon a nearby rock to wash himself and mull over what he had just done. Maybe I’m getting over this fear of killing prey. I mean, what else will we eat? I need to grow up and get over it. Still I do feel kind of bad. What if that mouse had family? Nah, I’m just getting worked up over nothing. I did my duty and am bringing back much needed fresh kill to the clan. Calmly, he finished smoothing out the fur on his shoulders and chest and then the decided to take a moment to rest in the peace before returning to camp. It’s not everyday that he gets to come out in late leaf bare and find a peaceful moment to himself after all. Yawning, he laid his belly onto the cool rock below him and twitched his whiskers with satisfaction, Yep, I did all right. (Word count 517)

Finchpelt of Windclan
Stormheart of Thunderclan

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Cedarclaw

Cedarclaw padded quietly along, checking out the various scents and aromas the herbs gave off from the slightly frigid breeze that wrapped itself around the she-cats lovely fluffy fur pelt. Marigold, I need marigold, Cedarclaw thought to herself, looking for the bright orange flowered plant. Her blue eyes saw everything with a crisp curiosity. "There it is," she purred, delightedly, bounding swiftly and silently over to the blooming flowering plant. She took a large amount and placed it in her jaws.

Stinging Nettle, Stinging Nettle, she thought to herself, looking around for the green seeds that allowed a wounds swelling to recede. She sighed, unable to spot it, and moved on looking for the tiny black seeds that were used to help ease a cats pain. "Poppy Seeds!" she breathed happily, padding toward the seeds. She wrapped them in a nearby leaf and continued on.

She was now done, but she figured if she found any more herbs of use, it would be good to bring the things she wanted but didn't need back to the camp. She wouldn't be sorely missed. No battles had broken out, but, of course you could never be too sure. She sighed, continuing on her way, and she spotted Goldenrod near some dock. Her spirits instantly soared, and forgetting about the worries of battles that were sure to come in the distant future for ThunderClan, she made her way quickly toward the herbs.

Her eyes widened, and she attempted to gather the leaves in her jaws. The bright yellow leaves made her nose twitch, and she giggled softly. The she-cat spotted a plant that was distinguished by it's small pink star-shaped flowers and hairy leaves. Borage leaves! She thought to herself, shaking her head, wanting to groan. So many plants, and so little room left in her jaws. She felt grateful that so many plants were not dead, but then again, it was Newleaf.

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Stormheart yawned and looked around him. His ears swiveled and he jumped to his feet, but still remained seated atop the rock. His eyes glimmered with amusement at his jumpy heart when he spotted Cedarclaw walking about gathering herbs. Her mouth was laiden with many different herbs and Stormheart thingyed his head in confusion. Why doesn't she just ask for some help? Then his eyes drifted to the rock below him. It was the same shade of grey that his fur consisted of and in this dim light it was hard to decipher between the small shapes of his paws and the rock below them.

"Would you like some help?" He called leaping down from the rock and landing with a soft thud on the dirt. Stormheart felt a certain wamrness towards medicine cats. Perhaps it was because of the fact that his life was saved by one moons and moons ago, or maybe it was just because they tried to prevent the thing that bothered him most; death. Still nonetheless, this was a clanmate, and he would do whatever it took to help out one of his own. Then he remembered his fresh-kill. I can come back for it after I help out Cedarclaw. No biggy. (Word count 207)

Finchpelt of Windclan
Stormheart of Thunderclan

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Her mind was filled with different scents of herbs, and she felt so calmed, when she heard the voice of Stormheart enter her ears, she jumped, and nearly spilled out the herbs in her jaw. Would she like some help? That was a polite thing to ask, and it made the she-cat smile. It also made her mouth twitch with irritation, and it was beginning t cramp up. As carefully as she could Cedarclaw placed the herbs at her paws, and smiled, also trying to make the cramp in her jaw recede. "Hello Stormheart!" Cedarclaw greeted the warrior, leaving the answer to his question later. "Did I bother you?" she asked, laughing softly, digging a paw deeper into the ground below.

"Would I like some help," Cedarclaw meowed, smirking in a friendly way. "Let me see...I don't think I would have made it back to camp, what with all the scent of the herbs distracting me," she laughed quietly. "So yes, if it's alright with you, I would love some help!" she purred. She was kneading the ground. It was mid-morning, and the sky was beginning to change from a light peach color, with purple, gray, and pink bleached clouds to a baby blue, the great orange fireball rising farther up in the sky, drifting away form the horizon. The beauty of the new day made the medicine cat smile. She realized she was sitting there, staring at the sky. "Let's go, I don't want to slow you down, I realize I interrupted your hunting," she meowed quietly.

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Stormheart laughed lightly and smiled back at her, ”I didn’t mean to scare you. What would you like me to carry for you?” His voice was light and cheerful as he spoke, so as not to disturb anyone else’s chances of catching prey. A light breeze ruffled his dark grey pelt making him shiver slightly. His eyes drifted to the skies for a moment in curiosity at the weather, ”Good thing newleaf is coming around huh? I don’t know how much more cold I can take.” Then he turned back to Cedarclaw and his face was relaxed and without worry.

When he thought she wasn’t looking he stole a glance over his shoulder and spotted the small lump in the dirt. At least I don’t have to worry about it getting stolen by some owl or another scavenger. If she can’t smell it then… oh, that’s right she couldn’t even smell me over those herbs. Come to think of it I can’t smell much over them either. Well I’d better get her back to camp before we both freeze to death and our muscles atrophy. Another gust of wind brought him back into reality. His eyes glimmered with moisture from the dry frigid air as he looked at her expectantly. (Word Count 211)

Finchpelt of Windclan
Stormheart of Thunderclan

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The she-cat smiled, her eyes peaceful. "I still can't thank you enough," she purred. She was just about to get to her paws, until before her white-creme paws, a vibrant green leaf fell. Its edges were tinged a bright yellow and its stem was a fresh lime color. It was blown away so suddenly, it made the she-cat jump in surprise. Her blue eyes followed the leaf as it flew gracefully and effortlessly in the air up until it dropped onto the damp ground, some few yards away. Just another sign that Winter was gone, and Newleaf was soon to take it's place. Winter was over, but the leaf was a sad reminder to Cedarclaw. She loved Newleaf. Now the trees were dotted with pink, green, and white.

She loved every single day or every year, but time just went by too quickly. Soon the threes would be dark greens, the sky clear and vibrant, and then, as quickly as the seasons changed, the gray clouds would roll in, and soon cold weather would chill the ground, making it rock hard, and soon the leaves would be gone, the lovely deep colors covered in crisp white snow. She wished sometimes that special moments could just stop. She kneaded the ground, picked up half of her bundle, making her head spin already. Cedarclaw nodded, unable to speak, and picked up her pace to an increasing trot, making her way through the threes back to to camp.

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OOC| | Do you want to skip to the Med. Cat's Den or what?

BIC| |Stormheart laughed slightly and wondered what had caused her to be in such a hurry. The forest wasn’t going anywhere; at least he didn’t think it was. His pelt tingled with the cool air and he lifted his nose to scent the wind for prey or danger. The chill of the air made him cringe his nose and he looked around at the grandeur of the forest; his forest. Or so it seemed, after all this was her territory, well in a way it was. The woods could belong to no single cat himself, but to every member of the clan. A gentle green had seemed to return to the forest and the air seemed lest still and lifeless, but nonetheless leafbare hadn’t completely relinquished its icy grip upon the forest.

A rough gale shuffled him out of his trance. ”Coming.” he called after her and bent to pick up the pile of herbs. His eyes drifted off to the small lump of prey buried under the leaves once more, just to make sure it was still there. Then he ran off after her with his tail held high and his mouth laden with various herbs. The sun glimmered far off into the sky and he could slowly begin to feel the true end of leafbare finally start to roll around. (Word count 221)

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(Ooc;; That would be great, I'll post there right now :])